baked "fried" chicken

This looks really good.  I would like to give it a try.  Posting it here so I will not loose it.  :-)



Baked Fried Chicken}
I am pretty sure that I have discovered the KFC secret recipe! It is DEAD ON! It is also baked...not fried and there isn't any skin! So you get to enjoy the taste of the seasoning, instead of pulling it off because of the slimy skin!

This is super easy and you are TOTALLY going to love it!

Place thawed chicken breast tenderloin strips in a bowl of milk. Let soak for 20-30 min.

Mix in a Gallon Size Ziploc or Large Bowl:
1/2 tsp. Salt
1 T Season All
3/4 tsp Pepper
1 c. Flour
2 tsp. Paprika

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cut 1/2 stick of butter into a few pieces and place in a 9x13 pan. Melt butter in pre-heated oven.

Spread melted butter around the bottom of the pan. Lightly spray the pan, if needed, to make sure that there are no dry spots.

Shake excess milk off of chicken and completely coat each piece with the seasoning mix. You can either shake the chicken in the bag, until coated, or dip each piece in the bowl until coated.
Place each piece of chicken in the pan.

Cook for 20 min. Turn each piece of chicken and continue cooking for 20 more minutes, or until cooked through.

Chicken Crescent Rolls

Chicken Crescent Rolls

2 cans of low fat refrigerator crescents
1 can of healthy low sodium cream of chicken soup (26oz)
1 cup fat free cheddar cheese
2 boneless skinless chicken breast

I boil my chicken breast then shred, roll out each individual crescent, place about a Tbsp of shredded chicken in center and roll it up.

Bake on 350 for about 5 minutes until just starting to turn golden. Pour Cream of chicken over the top bake an additional 10 min top with cheddar cheese and bake for 10 more minutes

Solitude

Solitude
by: G.L. Walles

Silence slowly engulfs me
  An errie stillness fills the air
Silence which magnifies sound
  Increasing the intensity of thought
Silence surging through my entire being
  Emotion now becomes real
Silence which screams of truth
  For lies do not entertain my mind
Silence where each move is noted
  Each breath revives my soul
Silence which creates peace
  The annoyance of the world is gone
Silence which brings happiness, despair
  In time it will make me whole

I am a Mom

I Am A Mom

 

I am a diaper bag totting, snack dispensing, rule maker.

I am a toy room cleaning, bathroom scrubbing, dishes doer.

In my hands alone I carry the almighty power of the feared "Because I said!"

I have powers to heal "owies" with a single kiss, I am keeper of coveted character bandaids.

Possessor of knowledge, I know when you have not finished homework, chores, and other such evils.

I am maker if dinners: both hated and loved.

I am a lunch bag packing, back pack gathering machine!

I am a helper of homework, cub scouts and chores.

I am a scout shirt wearing, project advising, "stay on task" teller.

I hold the secrets to mystical things such as origami jumping frogs and paper ninja throwing stars.

I relish in quiet still moments, that short live paradise called bed time.

I have but two weaknesses: the dreaded small Lego's lying in wait to be stepped upon in darkened hallways

AND

Laundry - my nemesis.  I vow to one day thwart you.... one day.

Because I AM A MOM!!!

Why did you have children?

There are some people which you come in contact with, and after a very short period of time you find yourself questioning why they ever decided to have children.  And not in the ha-ha-funny sort of questioning, but the down right serious, this person should not have offspring sort of way.

I know a lady, and acquaintance of mine who I feel this way about.

She recently had a baby, her third.  I happen to see her one day, and commented that I really like this brand new baby stage/age.  They are just so tiny and cuddly.  Sure they keep you up at night, but there is something just so sweet about a brand new baby.

She response was, "Not me!  I hate this age!  In fact I really don't like little kids at all until they are about four years old."  Okay so those might not be the exact words she said, but pretty darn close.

I was taken aback.  Two of her three children are under four years of age.  So what she is saying is that she really just does not like them.  And as I thought about this, I realized that she really does not like them, and you can tell by the way she treats them.  Even the child older than four, she just does not treat very well.  No she is not abusive, they are cared for, feed all that stuff.  But she has an air about her that these little humans who she called children are just a nuisance to her. 

She recently made a comment about how she had the chance to be away from all three of he children for a short time, and how wonderful it was, and how she had forgotten how much she enjoyed being alone.

Now I understand this, I completely and totally understand this.  Being the mother of three it seems as if I cannot even use the restroom alone.  We have all been there.  But I love my boys, I cherish my boys.  I do not like to be away from them.  I WANT them with me!!  I enjoy their company, their silliness.  Yes there are times when it just gets super crazy and I crave a quiet moment, or a little "alone time".  But on a whole I like them to be with me. 

As your children grow they do become more fun, simply because they are able to do more things.  You can play a board game with them.  After a while you can play a board game that you actually like with them.  :-) 

But children are little for such a short amount of time, it is a shame that anyone would not savor every second of that time. 

I often find myself wondering why people who do not like children keep having children.  If I had had my first son, and realized that I really did not like babies or little children.  That I found that I honestly preferred older children, teenagers.  I think I would not have any more children.  Why would I put myself and the future children through such hell. 

My basic rant today is that some people just should not have children!

Herd of Elephants

Anthony's friend knocked on the door a bit ago.  Asked if he could play.  Sure, why not, that is what kids do, they play, right??  At least he is not watching TV.

This boy's name is Michael.  He is a fairly new friend to Anthony.  He was introduced to Anthony by his other friend Max. 

**Funny side note about Max and Michael.  Max brought Michael by to introduce him to Anthony.  Declaring that Michael was Max's personal body guard.  Max proceeds to tell Anthony that he has been feeling bullied and that Max's parents have asked Michael to walk home from school, and make sure no one messes with Max.  No do I believe Max's story, not a chance.  Max is quite the character.

At first Max and Michael would cover to play, and the house would get super loud and annoying, but they were having fun and all was well. 

Lately Michael has been coming over without Max.  Not sure what happened to Max, but again, they are having fun and all is well.

But the last several times Michael has come over he has had several little girls in tow.  They are his little sisters, or one of them is his sister and the others are her friends.  I don't know.

Today, Michael had three little girls in tow.  I thought, what the heck is going on here?

They go upstairs and play wii for a while, and then I hear stomping, yelling, running, and all sorts of commotion.  It sounds like a herd of elephants are upstairs running around. 

I asked Anthony what in the world they were doing, he said they were playing with one of the big bouncy balls that we have.  Which makes perfect sense, but holy cow are they loud. 

After all of todays craziness and so many kids here, I am sorely tempted to not allow this many kids over to play.  Tell Michael that he needs to leave his sisters and her friends home. 

**A crazy Michael side note.  There was one day that Michael came over to play and Anthony was not able to play that day.  So he told Michael, no I cannot play.  Michael then asks Anthony if he could jump on the trampoline (along with the girls) by himself.  I was very proud when Anthony had the sense to tell him no. 

Payback

It has happened.  I am being paid back for all of my childhood miss-adventures. 

When I was young my siblings and I would take the cushion off of the couch, it was one of those cushions where the seat part and the back part are connected.  It also had a fabric material on one side and on the flip side it was like a vinyl material. 

We would pile tons of pillows and blankets at the bottom of the stairs, take the cushion to the top of the stairs, but the vinyl side down, sit on one part of the cushion and wrap the other end up over our knees and onto our lap. Scoot forward to the top of the stairs, slide down the stairs on the cushion and crash into/onto the pillows. 

Sure we would occasionally overshoot the pillows and land hard but who cares, it was fun.  Not just fun, but super fun.  And not just super fun, but it was FORBIDDEN fun.  That is right, we were not allowed to participate in this wonderful activity.  But of course we did anyway.

I just found my son and some of his friends sliding down the stairs in a big plastic bin that we use for toys.  It had a pillow in the bottom to sit on. 

I took the bin away from some little girl who is up playing with them, and gave her a "you better be frightened stare" and said NO!!!!  I then turned to Anthony, handed him the bin and said "NO!!!!"  And told him to put the bin away. 

I think all of the children present were thoroughly frightened.  They better be.  If it happens again, they will understand how mean I can really be.